A Special Cooking Spoon

My special cooking spoon means my food and I'll say yes to food anyway,
No or yes I will snatch it in anyway.
Frying rice in my pet fragranced room,
While my slothful dog and energetic cat, has their noses up high in the air,
With their bodies floating, taping and hitting the ceiling.
The sweet smelling fragrance fills them with nourishment.
I wonder if bananas, coconuts, sweet potatoes and all types of food can be mine.
Of course they can,
Say the dog and the cat,
Rubbing my eye.
Go on give it a try.
Go to the shops and get everything you can,
See the marvels of glory among food,
So scrumptious,
And admiring.
My mouth drops as it is filled with water,
The element of vividness roams through my eyes,
And through my spoon,
And to my senses.
Sometimes I will cook,
Sometimes I will give up, but then I will get back up again.
And sometimes I will hear my parents cook with that special spoon of mine.